Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Can,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.